I had been on more or less a creative hiatus. Starting in February I began to climb the ladder to the better job in the same occupation; no relation to writing. I bought a suit, tailored to fit a recent me and the ties and shirts to go with. I attended an industry conference in March, received an interview for the end of April, an offer two weeks later and seven weeks of class from August until now. I was buried in preparation, technical systems manuals, no plots, characters or enlightening material. What they say about writing and reading lots became poignant because I didn't have time for any of it with frequency, therefore, all of my sad and limited skills slid backward. I was Charlie Gordon for a bit, but now I have to re-start. I see the same mechanical issues that I had managed to get rid of in the past year. So I get to terrorize you all with recently re-visited and more terrible style. I hope I can warm up and get back in tune for November.